Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Closing his bedroom door, he led her down toward the main part of the clubhouse. Lash was already exiting the building as they rounded the corner where most of the men and women were standing.
The entire room went silent. The sweet-butts, sensing the tension, stayed silent. Whizz held her hand a little tighter. He’d kill anyone who tried to hurt her. Murphy and Tate were standing together, smiling. When they turned to look at Lacey, their smiles became frowns. Tiny was crowding Eva where she leaned against the doorframe.
Whizz took in the room, the relaxed forms that suddenly tensed when they took notice of Lacey. This was what the club had been like before Gonzalez hit, before Alan hit. The family was back together. Sweet-butts, old ladies, brothers, bikers, friends, family. They were finally coming together, and for the first time since joining The Skulls, Whizz felt apart from it. He wasn’t the same man and hadn’t been because of Alan.
Lacey tightened her hand around his, and he couldn’t stop the sudden pain that hit his chest. This was his family, and yet it wasn’t.
Killer approached, his friend and brother from The Lions who always had his back. But Whizz didn’t know what to expect from Killer right now as he’d not taken the time to talk to his friend.
“Hey,” Killer said, offering Lacey his hand.
His friend stared at him while he made the greeting.
Lacey offered her hand. Compared to Killer, Lacey was so small.
Kelsey approached with their son, Markus, on her hip. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
When he got back he’ll make sure to speak with Killer. It had been too long since they last got together to catch up. So much had happened that needed to be changed.
“I’m Lacey.”
“Kelsey, and I’m Killer’s old lady.”
Whizz tuned out as Kelsey introduced her son to Lacey. He looked at Lacey as she took in the baby. The yearning was there. He recognized it and wished there was something he could do to help her.
“Come on, I’ve got shit to do,” Lash said.
“We’ve got to go.” Leading the way out of the clubhouse, Whizz was aware none of the other members came to say hi. If Angel had been present she’d have said her welcome.
“Wow, I thought they were going to kill me,” Lacey said, tucking some of her blue hair behind her ear.
“They want to.” Lash spoke before Whizz got a chance to say anything.
Shooting a glare at his friend, Whizz handed Lacey a helmet. “They’re still dealing with everything that has happened. It’s the first time in a long time where they’ve been able to relax.”
She took the helmet of him. “I spoilt it?”
“You didn’t so much as spoil it. You’re a reminder of everything they’ve lost.”
“What about Butch? Is he okay?” She touched his arm.
“He’s dealing.”
“What about the club? Is he still part of the club?”
Whizz shook his head. “He’s club business, and you’re not part of the club.” In truth, he didn’t know what was going on with Butch. He climbed on the bike, waiting for her to put the helmet on. She did, then climbed on behind him. Her thighs straddled his back and legs. The heat of her distracted him.
“You’ve had a bitch on the back before, Whizz, focus,” Lash said, pulling out of the parking lot of the compound.
Lacey tensed behind him. Firing up the machine, he took off after Lash. This was not the time and place to start delving into those memories. The women on the back of his bike had been fun. Lacey didn’t represent fun to him. She represented living, a second chance, his only chance.
She wrapped her arms around him as he followed the path Lash had taken. He’d already visited the house after it all went down. The old place was burned to the ground. The bodies had been disposed of, and the entire house had security gates around it. In time the debris from the crumbling building would be removed and another place built. He didn’t know how Lacey was going to handle the destruction.
Lash was already climbing off his bike as they parked up. The sun was shining down on the street. He turned his engine off, waiting for her to climb off. Whizz felt her gripping the outside of his jacket in her fists.
Several seconds passed, and she climbed off, removing the helmet and handing it to him. She took off toward the gated area. He watched her avidly, waiting for her reaction to the chaos. There was nothing there. The bodies were gone, disposed of after the incident happened.
Seeing the house from Lacey’s point of view, he saw nothing but death and loss.
Whizz leaned on the seat of his bike as Lash came to stand beside him.
“Has Tiny told you what he wants from me?” Lash asked.